MY 13-YEAR-OLD SON, Max, is quite the horror fan. In an era of over-the-top special effects, superhero movies, and gore flicks trying to pass themselves off as horror, I set out to write a book that young readers would enjoy, made up of more traditional horror and suspense tales. My…

I’M NOT MUCH of an online promoter, I’m afraid. As a new writer, I tried some online platforms that did not work out. One day, I was dropping off a copy of my new book at a local bookstore, and the owner recommended that I give Instagram a try. …

FEW PEOPLE KNOW this, but Saint Nick lives in rural Nevada. It’s pretty far off the beaten path; more than a horseshoe’s toss from Death Valley. Oh sure, Saint Nick must spend at least a nominal amount of time at the North Pole to keep up appearances. …

WHEN I INDEPENDENTLY published my first book (a short story collection) in 2019, I was initially disappointed when I failed to sell a significant number of copies. …

IT WAS DARK and cold when Alice woke up. It was awfully quiet, too. As a turkey, Alice accepted that the Thanksgiving holiday season could be a reckless and dangerous time of year. …

IN YOGA, we refer to the Ego as a false sense of self. More specifically, the Ego is that part of you which tries to convince you that you are separate from others and from the universe as a whole. …

BY NOW, I’m sure everyone has seen the stunning photo from San Onofre last week of the great white breaching straight up into the air, directly behind an unassuming surfer cruising on a beautiful wave during a competition. There may be temptation to title this story: “FOOLS RISK LIVES WHILE…

LEONARD THE GOBLIN was confused. And he was tired. This was his 145th Halloween. Oh sure, in the early years the scares had come rather easily. …

THE BLACK CLOAK flies high on this special night — this special night of fright and delight. The black cloak looks down below upon the trickers and the treaters and all the young thrill seekers. The black cloak claps with fantastic glee and dances about when it sees that the lighted pumpkins and sharp fangs have come out. For this is the night of the year that really matters — the one night when all can pretend be what they are not.